Alexander laughed shrilly as he glanced over at the work of his son; he saw the huge and ever-growing puddle of blood from something unseen, then looked back at the blinded, yet still dangerous enough, Alucard.
"Monster," He spat at the interval where he stood a foot away from a very bloody, and slightly wobbly Alucard, who had a huge grin on his face.
"One down, one to go...heh...Your little one is down for the count," He lunged at Alucard, who had been caught by surprise.
Alexander's lunge came so unexpectedly that Alucard did not have a chance to stop it or block it; the priest's biggest blade plunged straight through Alucard's unbeating heart, which had been pierced before in the past, but not as badly as this. This sudden force rammed him into the tree and he hung there. The elder priest saw branches from the tree that he could use, and he grabbed each of his wrists and plunged a sword into each, hanging his arms out on either side of him.
Alucard was in a daze, blinded, hanging as if he were Jesus crucified on the cross. Something was stirring inside of him: disgust, hatred, and revenge...all at once. It was overpowering.
He hung there, trying not to think, trying not to become...But it was too late. He was gone; Alucard moved his head up. He did not need eyes to see the two priests.
His smile widened notoriously, to an extent that no one would have thought possible; he turned completely black and melted into the tree, coming out again a moment later, leaving the knives embedded in the bark of the tree. He looked unscathed, besides of the blood that dripped from all over him. His hair was extended all the way down to where his long legs bent at the knees; he was cloaked in his black leather-like suit, his face almost completely blackened out as well. His eyes were there, glowing from the darkness a bright, eerie red and rimmed with black; almost consumed, only a little of the whites of his eyes were left.
He laughed darkly at their expressions as he stared at them.
A rustle was heard from the branches as the bushes from the darker part of the forest; it went unheard to the obliviously insane Alucard and the two priests, and the figure stepped out cautiously and walked quietly, with experience, up to Seras. In the darkness from the end of the forest, a single monocle glinted underneath the moonlight.
The Angel of Death stepped out of the forest, a shocked expression upon his face. Firstly, he saw the body of Seras, bleeding from knives all over her body; afterwards he saw Alucard, almost fully black, as he had suspected...
Walter knelt by Seras, knowing not what he could do for her, it was a rarity; she looked dead, but seemed to stir a little at his touch.
Seras lay pinned to the ground with the knives, her blood pouring onto the ground from her various wounds; she looked up at Walter. She didn't have much effort to figure out why he was there, and how...
She coughed up some blood as she twitched when he touched her, to make sure she was still with them. Walter peered down at Seras closely, afraid to pull out the knives, as it would cause her even more blood loss.
Noting Alucard turning almost fully black, he knew why...that was also the reason why he appeared. The Angel of Death always knew the right time to come to help...when death was right around the corner.
With care, he lifted up Seras' head and laid it on his lap, to help her be more comfortable at least; he yelled to Alucard, still going unnoticed by the priests.
"Lord Alucard! She will be alright..."
Though, Alucard was in a blind rage; unable to hear or even acknowledge Walter. All he knew was that these Catholics in front of him dared to not only crucify him, a lowly deed, but attack and pin his Police Girl to the ground with over a dozen blessed swords. This he would not allow.
He cackled maliciously, looking at the priests with his beetle-black eyes, pupil-less. Alexander reached out and showed to the vampire one of his longer blades, his son doing the exact same, and they rushed at Alucard.
But the vampire seemed to move so much faster than the both of them combined; he grabbed onto both of the blades with his hands. They cut into his cold flesh, stinging and dripping fresh blood down the blades and from his hands; but he did not care at all. He spun them around and made them collide into each other, afterwards falling to the ground from the unexpected impact of each other's heads ramming into each other.
Alucard cackled again at their stupid looks, growling.
Seras winced a little, tensing up as Walter moved her head; she relaxed her body as she rested her head back down, as she only knew stress would increase the pain that was already very well present. Her vision was nothing but red as she looked around, as far as her eyes would allow her.
Walter saw her struggle; he put a hand on her head to wipe the blood and hair out of her eyes. Or, at least, he tried to.
"It will be alright, Miss Victoria...Just try not to move for a while." He tried to comfort her, but also knew it was useless.
Alexander stared up, his eyes wide-open and bulging, half-insane. He side-glanced at his son, his eyes reading his astonishment: seeing the black side of Alucard sure was a new experience for him (and even though he merely spun them around, he was sure he was probably capable of much more than that...).
His eyes traveled back to Alucard, who was a black mass towering over them, and spat, his voice high pitched and wavering with lunacy.
"New tricks damn monster...nothing more." With this, he pulled himself up and eyed his son, his fierce blue eyes silently ordering him. Alexander drew his swords again and let his funda guide him, letting them free like a whirlwind.
Alkanon ran around to Alucard's backside, readying his swords as well and whipping out his own set of funda.
"Time to die, monster."
The funda strung together at the same instant, holding Alucard down and immobilizing him as they lunged their swords at him.
Alucard eyed them strangely, cackling low; he already knew what they were going to do, it was futile. His black eyes glinted and he stayed motionless.
Their swords drew into him, the ends poking out of his back on the other side; Alkanon's swords, however, showed through his chest and stomach area. But the swords collided with each other, creating a more painful yet imperfect attack; the funda burned Alucard to no end, but he twisted his wrists and flung out his arms.
The funda flew out and wrapped around Alexander and Alkanon like whips, tying them together as his body dissolved out of the way.
Seras looked up at him, a trail of blood tricking from the corner of her lips
"Walter...how...?"
Walter looked down at her and smiled; with his handkerchief he wiped the blood from her mouth.
"I had heard you both go out earlier, and I thought that it was too quiet for the norm. I looked out of the window and saw a suspicious movement in a nearby tree; wherever you two went, it seemed to follow...So I came after you, as I knew that you were unknown to the fact that it was present. I knew that I would never reach you both in time, but I had to try nonetheless...and I am here now."
He smiled still, and held Seras' hand warmly to try and comfort her in her time of excruciating pain.
Alucard took a step back, looking menacingly as Alexander and Alkanon, both bound together to each other tightly, and he drove two swords nicely into each of their backs.
"Foolish priests; this is a fitting end for you." He said, finding more knives that had fallen to the floor when he removed them from his body; he was debating on the best place to put them. But he never found the time to; Alexander growled, and with the long claw-like blades he cut the funda and they fell to the ground, releasing them.
Alexander and Alkanon jumped to their feet, ignoring the blades protruding from their backs and seized the swords from the ground and ran at Alucard, yet another hopeful chance to rid the world of him.
It was fruitless; Alucard was using their swords to his benefit, he used them to defend himself in close arm combat, grinning the whole time. He blocked, parried, defended, and attacked over and over; the priest was getting upset, snarling...but he would not stop and give up.
Alkanon, meanwhile, was watching from afar; his eyes were wide, stunned, also holding the look of utter defeat. He had not signed up for this.
Alucard, seeing a rare opening, ran the blade through Alexander's chest, a clean slice all the way through. With a spare, and yet smaller, knife he sliced his throat, almost all the way through to make his head roll; it was just enough to make the priest bleed to death. The elder priest backed off and growled strangely, as his neck was almost totally disjointed with his body, and stared at his son, ordering for backup that never came.
With his last effort, he gave up on his amateur son and attacked Alucard with smaller knives; Alucard just dissolved into the blackness of the night and then surrounded them both, laughing hysterically.
Seras smiled as best as she could.
"Thank you, Walter."
Walter smiled at her again.
"Anytime, Miss Victoria."
Walter was really a kind-hearted old geezer; he was always around when you needed him.
Alucard could detect the resilience in Alexander's eyes as he made one last, futile attempt with his never-ending artillery of swords. By this point, Alucard was growing more and more irritated, which fed from his boredom.
As Alexander lunged at him, Alucard simply took a normal step back and thrust out his arms, grabbing hold of his wrists. With a flick of his wrist, he tore them off completely and then head-butted him to the ground, his forehead crashing into the cornered priest. Alkanon jogged to his father's side and looked down at him, then at the hideous monster with anger in his eyes; he could do nothing...
Alkanon mimicked his father, spitting at the feet of the vampire that towered over both of them.
"We will be back, monster, to send you to Hell." The look of malice glinted in his eyes, as Alucard just glanced at them evilly and grinned widely.
Just as quick as the grin spread across his face, from within Alkanon's long, gray trench coat spewed a mass of funda and surrounded them. The moment the pages dispersed, they had disappeared and were long gone, leaving Alucard to stare blankly into nothingness.
Seras nodded meekly at Walter; hearing the quietness settle down upon them again, her eyes rolled around to look at the surroundings. She tried desperately to move. Walter put his hand on the top of Seras' head, giving her a silent command not to move just yet.
He looked at Alucard from afar; he knew that Alucard was almost insane, so he had to watch himself and Seras, too.
"Lord Alucard, Miss Victoria is okay; come and have a look..."
Alucard barely realized where he was, glancing around; everything seemed odd to him. It was like he was seeing everything through a window. He heard the voice from his side, but only just barely.
A single tear of blood escaped him, running down the side of his face unexpectedly. It was strange; his eyes were distant and pitch black, his face showing no emotion whatsoever, and yet an extremely rare tear of blood came forth...
He walked over to her immobilized body, having trouble seeing her, if anything at all. He stared down at the both of them.
"Victoria."